Jody - June 2006
“Going to see Magic?” my sister Mimi asked.
“Yes.”
“Mom and Dad hate him, Mom thinks you’re wasting your life on a jailbird,” Mimi stated with a smirk.
“There’s only room for one of us to crawl up their asses,” I replied, and Mimi gasped.
“You’re hateful. What is wrong with you?” Mimi fluffed her hair and preened in the mirror.
“You.” I checked my makeup a final time and grabbed a jacket. The quicker I got away from Mimi, the less time she had to cause shit.
“Mom said Magic is a career criminal,” Mimi sneered.
“Good for Mom.” I checked my purse and noted it was forty dollars light. My eyes narrowed on Mimi. “You took money again.”
“No, I didn’t. You must have spent that on the jailbird,” Mimi cooed, looking smug.
I smiled slowly, and Mimi had the smarts to look worried. “What did I promise last time you stole my stuff?”
“Mom!” Mimi shrieked as I shot forward. Before Mimi could react, I slammed her face-first into the mirror, hearing it shatter. Hopefully, I’d just broken her nose and cut her. While Mimi was stunned, I ripped the diamond earrings my parents had bought from her ears.
“Jody! What are you doing?” Mom screamed as she barged into the room.
“You raised a dirty, fucking thief. Don’t deny I didn’t warn everyone what would happen if Mimi stole again,” I explained calmly.
“You psychopath,” Mimi cried as blood poured from her nose and forehead.
“Oh my God. Donnie!” Mom yelled, rushing over to Mimi.
“Jody took my earrings,” Mimi sobbed.
“Give them back!” Mom ordered.
“No. Mimi took forty bucks from me; those are compensation.”
“I didn’t, Mom, honest.” Mimi wailed and buried her head in Mom’s shoulder.
Mom eyed me hatefully. “I’m done with you, Jody. Ever since you got involved with that dirty criminal, you’ve been worse than usual!”
“Because Magic taught me to stand up for myself and not take your bullshit anymore?” I smiled because what I was about to say would trigger everyone. “Don’t worry, Mom. I’m leaving. You’ve not even noticed I’ve been moving my stuff out. You’re so absorbed in Mimi and Myles.”
Dad appeared and caught my last words. “What’s this?” he demanded.
“I’m moving out, Dad. Want to kiss me goodbye?” I quipped, pocketing the earrings.
“Jody stole my earrings!” Mimi cried again. Although Mimi’s nose wasn’t broken, there was a cut across her forehead—good.
“That sticky-fingered little bitch lifted forty bucks. I warned everyone last time what would happen. You haven’t stopped Mimi. Now whenever Mimi looks in the mirror, she’ll remember the price of stealing,” I replied.
“Give me those earrings,” Dad ordered.
Confrontationally, I leaned forward. “No. And you can’t make me.”
Outside, I heard bike pipes, and I grinned. The promised escort was here.
“Time for me to leave. I’d like you to know that if I never encounter you again, it would be too soon! See ya, definitely wouldn’t wanna be ya. Especially with those two deadbeats you call kids.”
